A True Ghost Story – Phantom Friday
I seriously doubt that there’s a single person reading this blog who hasn’t had a paranormal experience. Voices, visitations – sights, sounds or smells. We’ve all encountered something, somewhere, that just wasn’t right. Maybe we were terrified, maybe we were ashamed, maybe we doubted our own minds and senses, or maybe we told someone and found them staring back at us blankly. So we keep it to ourselves, think about it sometimes when we’re watching Ghost Hunters or Celebrity Ghost Stories (fess up – you know you love them!) and want to talk about it but – there’s that nagging sense of doubt. What if it wasn’t the way we remember it – and even if it was, who would believe us?
Well – Ankhie believes you!! So take a moment on this Phantom Friday to tell us your ghost story!
Okay. I’ll start us off.
When I was a kid, my weird and wonderful parents were fond of prowling old cemeteries and playing with spirit boards. They also had a fondness for psychics and charismatic healers – but that’s another story for another day. We lived near a reservoir that had displaced and flooded several towns and villages in the 1930’s & 40’s. It was and is a beautiful, spooky place. Many of the old roads are still intact, leading through lands gone wild, though riddled with cellar holes, abandoned wells and empty graves. Most of these roads, if followed far enough, disappear beneath the water. In late spring, one might encounter a lilac flowering where there was once a yard, or a black King Snake curled and warming on a lone granite threshold. The local newspapers often print stories from the lost towns. One such story was about a grisly murder/suicide involving a young couple. The motive and exact circumstances remained unsolved, and my parents (along with a couple of friends) were enthralled. What happened next is too long and complicated to write down here – but what I can tell you is that divination was involved, along with a good deal of historical research – and that the whole adventure came to a screeching halt when very scary things started happening. I was 11 or 12 years old at the time, and remember vividly the flashing lights and slamming doors at 3am – then the radio turning on, clocks chiming, alarms ringing and something… something moving in the hall. I should mention that I was sleeping in my parents bedroom at the time – already unnerved by a sinister turn in spirit board conversations. We were all in one place – everything that was happening, was happening elsewhere in the house.
Very few people know that story. It was long ago and so strange that despite the consistency of my memory and that of my parents I wonder how it could have really happened. But I know by the way the hairs are standing up on the back of my neck even now, that it did.
Okay fearless readers … your turn…